THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
KING TUAK

Under the heat of the sun in broad daylight, a strong and arid wind blows. Sand dust in the courtyard flew into the air, thickening, closing the scene for a while.

A strange whistling sound that screeching renders an erratic song rang out on the hillside at the end of the pedestal. This strange whistle seemed to be about to hit and subvert the gusts of arid wind that came from the sword.

Suddenly this strange whistling sound came to a halt!

Instead, chant a laughing voice chirping across the hill. The white-clothed youth who was at the top of the hill just then looked to the side. Before it was clear his ears caught a laughing sound earlier a kind of fragrant liquid had shot towards him. If only he hadn't quickly jumped back would have been partially struck by the liquid. Fluid that doesn't hit the young man in white hair

these gondrongs cut down big trees. Not as if it was such a strange liquid burst just now!....

The young man himself was surprised not to be dumbass. Just half a daily walk knew there was someone else who wanted his life!

He looked towards the arrival of the strange liquid spray earlier. Just now he's turned his head off suddenly from above

hundreds of drops of liquid earlier were like torrential rain water blown by a storm!

The young man cried out loud and threw his right hand up. Hundreds of drops of the liquid spurt back up and hundreds more flicked to the side. The leaves of translucent trees perforated while the logs like a nail pierced!

Gelak mengkeh echoed again across the top of the hill. Surprisingly the young man had not yet been able to search with his eyes, the human who had let out that laughing voice.

It sounds so close. His heart was curious. Scratching his head he looked around. Second

his eyes were then fixed firmly on a gigantic tall tree soaring into the sky, perhaps more than thirty meters in height. The laughing voice came from above

the tree but the man is still invisible. It may be covered by wide, dense tree leaves.

“Man on the tree!,” snapped the young man: “If you dare to open a business, dare to show up!” After saying so the young man thrust his right palm upward.

A great wind like a typhoon struck the giant tree. Branches and branches are broken.

Leaves fall. Almost an instant in the eye, the giant tree that soared into the sky had become shaven!

And at the top of the tree trunk that was still intact, there sat an old man with a white cloth. Because the height of the tree looks imperceptible right. But his long beard up to the chest was clearly seen fluttering in the arid wind of the sword.

On his lap was a bamboo roof about one meter long. Such a bamboo roof there was still another one hanging behind his back. And secondly

the bamboo roof contains pure wine that is very fragrant and delicious. That was the tuak that he had spewed out to the young man under the tree!

The blow of the empty hand of the young man who had shed the branches and leaves of the tree would inevitably make the old man's white beard on the tree's roof mentally.

At least it will hurt his body on the inside. But strangely at that time the white beard was still sitting comfortably on his feet on the top of the bare tree, he said,

even sipping his palm and laughing, as if nothing had happened!

Not playing with that young man. But to act rashly he did not want to. The old man at the top of a tall tree with a white beard with two palm roofs was once told by his teacher when he was still at the top of Mount Gede. He was a master swordsman from forty years ago who rarely showed himself and he was a class of white martial arts, meaning that he used silat and magic for good purposes.

But why he had used his palm to attack was incomprehensible to the young man with long hair.

“Parent!” exclaim the young man. His lips trembled with deep energy in order to reach the top of a giant tree that was over thirty meters tall.

“If I don't see wrong, don't I face today with a famous figure in the martial world called King Tuak ?”

The old man at the top of the tree elus his beard for a while, sipped the palm and laughed again like that.

“Young people! Your eyes are very sharp to recognize me who has been eighty years! But would you accept my invitation to come to the top of this tree and take a sip

sweet wine from Kahyangan with me?” That's how King Tuak named his tuak from “kahyangan”.

Indeed, the taste and fragrance of it is difficult to find a match.

The young man smiled. “Old man, you're so nice. I have an urgent need today. Maybe next time I can accept your invitation.... Thank you for your kindness and really

it's nice to be able to know a martial figure whose name has been known in the eight corners of wind”

“Ah, you keliwat praise, young man,” replied Rajaa Tuak anyway.

“I've seen you since the end of the arid courtyard there. I'm waiting for you to get here. But in front of me you refused my invitation. Maybe my parents are not good? Not fragrant.. .?”

The young man thought for a moment. It seemed that it would not be a hindrance if he accepted the invitation of Lord Tuak and talked to the old man at the top of the tree. His mouth was clenched

closely, both hands spread to the side and both feet hit the earth, and as an eagle floated the young man to the top of a tree. The top of the tree is wide

the spacious round table. Although not struggling and branched and leafless again but in a place as high as it is cool also taste.

“I accept your invitation. King Tuak,” said the young man while sitting in a section that protrudes from a tree branch.

“He... he.. he...,” King Tuak excited once. “There is no harm in accepting my invitation of young people. Good tasting, nice seat. The whole area here you can see clearly!”

Indeed, when sitting on the tree, the young man can see beautiful scenery as far as the eye can see. The Tuak God immediately took one of his old roofs and gave it to his guests.

“You used to drink wine, young man?”.

The young man replied. “Enter also”.

Though all his life was only that day he saw and boasted and would taste the drink called wine. He greeted the bamboo roof from the hands of King Tuak while King Tuak took the other roof he still pretended to enjoy the surrounding scenery.

“Come young people, please drink!”. King Tuak invited: “You should know, my wine is pure. If it's not usual, you can get drunk or dizzy and roll from

this tree!”

The young man laughed. Plastered bibimya to the edge of the bamboo roof. A little bit of the wine ran down his throat then his whole body became warm, the scenery became

clear, his mind was calm!

“How does it feel?”.

“Tuakmu is really good, old man. It's not wrong if you call it from kahyangan!“.

King Tuak laughed happily.

“Where did you come from, young man?”.

“Barusan from Jatiwalu..”.

The young man thought that King Tuak knew what was happening in Jatiwalu why did he not intervene?

King Tuak seemed to understand what the young man thought. Then he said:

“I'm lazy and bored with rancid affairs like that. That's why I let what happened in that village. The villagers do not seem to care about

their fate. Prefer to be bullied. Later the situation there will be good by itself.”.

King Tuak took his parents back.

After being silent for a long time, the young man asked:

“King Tuak, is this big tree where you live?”

“Why did you ask that?”

“Because if it really means that the young me has intervened arbitrarily to make this tree so bald! And I have to apologize to you.. !”.

King Tuak laughed curled until his palm melted at the edge of his mouth.

“I'm happy with a young man like you. It doesn't take me a year to sit here waiting. You are suitable for my student's soul mate!”

King Tuak gulped down his palm again but sipped his eyes glancing at the young man.

But the young man of course was shocked beyond measure, hearing the words of King Tuak. His face was red from the air. Apparently this world is too many strange humans, too,

thought. Sipped a little more fragrant wine in the roof. Then the bamboo roof was handed over to the owner again.

“I'm afraid King Tuak is gone. Your tuak is delicious. I thank you and now I ask myself to continue the journey.,.”

“Ah, young man, the sun is still not shifting, the wind is still cool and the beautiful scenery is still a lot that you have not seen. Why mustn't you be kususu?”.

The young man smiled. “I think it's enough. Other days if there is a chance this young me will definitely return the invitation and your delicious wine treats.”.

King Tuak put both roofs of his parents on the ridge. He patted the young man's shoulder.

“You can't go young man. You should meet my students first. You're fucking with him! Let's get down!”.

King Tuak pulled the young man's arm and both jumped down to the ground like two eagle birds. But arriving at the ground the young man immediately released his finely held hand. He was respectful:

“Other times we meet again, King Tuak.

Thank you for your treat!”

But just as the young man passed by a few spears, his body had already come to a halt and was pulled back. A thread of fine silk had wrapped around his waist. It turned out that King Tuak had the thread and pulled it.

“Young man, I told you why hurry. You haven't met my student...

Let's..”

If not faced with King Tuak maybe the young man had released a cursing spray. But at that time with a restraint the young man said:

“King of palm wine, we just got acquainted today. This stupid and ugly human like me deserves to be betrothed to a great warrior disciple like you! There are many others

which is faster!”

The young man was about to pass again but the fine silk thread was still wrapped around his waist. Examining the fine silk that young man is not unable to decide.

But he was worried that it would make King Tuak not have fun. Meanwhile he heard King Tuak let out a strange sound of a scream.

A purple shadow appeared before the young man and in fact was a girl dressed in purple and purple. Seeing this girl's face inevitably the young man's long hair was interested as well.

“Young people? You see for yourself. My students aren't ugly?How...?”

Paras the young man was very careless. Purple dress girl more. Subdued his head until his chin and chest almost stuck.

“Muridmu is indeed beautiful King Tuak,” said the young man. “But my looks are too bad so they don't fit! Better find a guy he likes himself. King Tuak. Goodbye!”

After saying so the young man sentil silk thread wrapped around his waist. The thread broke!

“Gudder geblk! The virgin even ran away!,” maki Raja Tuak. He exclaimed: “Hai youth! Wait up! You still haven't mentioned a name!”.

This old man took out a roll of rattan rope and threw it towards the waist of the young man who was running away. The young man who knew himself was about to be involved back to back his right palm. Sessions of strong winds roared profusely, holding back the spew of the rattan rope, continuing to snatch at the old man. King Tuak was forced to jump up because the wind that came snatching was not an ordinary wind. A gust of wind blew away the low bushes and then hit a large wooden tree.

“Krak”

No wonder the giant tree was knocked down in two with a noise almost heard all over the hillside. King Tuak shook his head.

“Honey... dear...,” said. “Sweetie I didn't get that young man..”.

When he put his rotat rope behind his clothes, this old man was shocked. On the part of the large tree that still stands on the ground but the roots are almost scattered out, there is a picture of the trident on the winding dragon. King Tuak looked at the purple dress girl beside him and then looked again at the picture on the tree trunk and the tongue melted and pondered.

that picture had shocked the martial world twenty years ago. The image that means death to the people is black!

Has the number 212 returned?! The martial world will definitely be in an uproar like it was twenty years ago! But the big question mark on the head of the Tuak King at that time was who the dashing young man was. Is he the student of Eyang Ratih Parwati? If it really means the reappearance of a gallant figure with the title: “Decars of the Death Trident of the Heavenly Dragon..”!

King Tuak turned his head on his disciple's son.

“Engine! You've seen the prowess of that young man. You must find him and pursue him! Musti can! If you can't don't go back to the hermitage.”.

“But teacher..”.

“No buts. Consider it! Go after the young man. You ... by any means should be able to take him as your life partner because he will rule the martial world in a short time!”

Suppose the purple-clothed girl stood up disturbed.

“Wait for what else?” asked teacher.

This girl could not say anything more but immediately left the place to the majors of the disappearance of the young man who had carved the image of the trident on the tree!